love is the only gold

i nailed it. the "parcel" waiting for my in the office was without a doubt the greatest valentines package ever. mama hooked it up. too much candy to eat in one sitting, but lets just say i definitely did some damage, and am now possibly obese. not only was the package heavier then a semi, but it was loaded with gift cards to my favorite restaurants, lindor and dove chocolates, a money in an adorable valentines mug, a giant bag of swedish fish, A MASSIVE pop rock packet with a giant heart sucker, and more and more candy. oh! and i almost forgot the valentine pancake mix. it looks nothing less then delicious. my roommates were more then impressed, and i have dibs on making breakfast for everyone in the morning. even though i hate valentines day, i love love. and i'm not too upset about extending this party for our party at school tomorrow. get ready ladies, it's going to be a picture frenzy. back to my mum. thanks for taking the time and though to preparing this package full of goodies for me. and tell taylor i loved her scribbled "i love you." i smiled like a three year old when i saw that. can't wait to see you both. thanks to richard's apartment for taking the time to tag every girls door with valentines. the laffy taffy was delightful. thank you to my marinello girl friends, those valentines made me feel like i was in third grade all over again. and i loved every second of it. tyler, please call me again for date advice. you looked smoking, but remember what i told you, i'll be there in a few months. let's keep that in mind before getting too serious. aaaeeee! thanks for putting that new light bulb in kate. our room is no longer as dark as the depths of hell, and i can actually see. in fact, i think i can see my own organs due to how bright that bulb is. love it. auuubbree. don't think i forgot about you. ding dong ditching that delicious cookie on my door step. i inhaled in a record time. love you cousin. and thanks to candace for bringing home a heart shape pizza from papa murphys, and dropping this on my bed and running off like an embarrassed kid at recess. i giggled...

 

first valentines day away from home wasn't too shabby.

but that doesnt mean anything. i still hate this made up holiday.

miss you mckinzie.

ding dong, the witch is dead

finally. 

michelle money didn't get a rose.

maybe brad isn't as naive as i thought.

who else is team emily?

i am.. :)

that barbie of a mother teresa better win.

"she went out on a limb, had it break off behind her, and then realized she could fly..."

who cares if we're trashed, got a pocket full of cash we can blow

hey bruno, how does it feel to be owned by glee with your own song?

this never gets old. i love. so much better than the original.

(and i would catch a grenade for all of them)

let the countdown begin

i'm taking this time to mentally prepare myself to have my mind blown with the events that will occur this week.

tomorrow is just monday... or is it? boom! annual anti-valentines day party! black clothes and scary movies. can't wait. i have a "parcel" waiting in the office for me. but of course it's been closed all weekend. i'm thinking it's my valentines package from my mum. oh, how i hope i'm right.

kate leaves in two days for canada.
the down side to that is one, i'll have an empty room. and two, canada sucks. poor girl.. the upside? i'll be able to dance nakey in our room. (por fin)

"he is we" is coming to salt lake on thursday, and you know what that means. concert buddies, sweaty strangers, a psycho ginger going ballistic gripping the stage, and lots and lots of "my forever" love in the air.

friday the bam fam is here. dad, tay, and mama. which means lots of time with taylor, and of course steph. which leads to mason. i miss that little button. plus, my parents aren't too shabby. a visit is exactly what we all need. i just wish ryan, ape, and kellie bo bellie were coming with. i miss my family.

you all havent forgotten about my best friend have you? breanna lynn haddican? well, she'll be here friday too. my best friend tank has been running on E. i need that blonde.

and while we're at it let me remind you all.

167 days until scooters home.

if this week was a penguin, my level of excitement would look like this.

(15 years younger of course)

please oh please, let my ten hour school days make all these come quick. 

permite comenzar

it's empty in the valley of your heart. the sun, it rises slowly as you walk. away from all the fears, and all the faults you've left behind

i love

you can't reread a phone call

school has been owning me.

i've been nothing but exhausted the past few weeks, and today i hit rock bottom. my stomach has been constantly nauseous and my head unbearbly dizzy due to a lack of sleep, and i've been going to bed disgustingly early. i started this lovely saturday with aching knees and feet, and today after having client after client it began to wear on me..

 i finally got my lunch break... two hours late... and i rushed home to grab my wallet. i was running around like a jack rabbit on drugs because i had to  head to cafe rio, (i'm low on groceries, alright?) grab my lunch, and inhale it before my next client showed up in about ehh.. 20ish minutes. i ran inside the apartment, on a mission to find my wallet in less then 2.5 seconds and this little treasure caught my eye...

you bet your bottom dollar i picked that sucker up in seconds and off i was. on my scenic walk to cafe rio i ripped that sucker up and found the cutest card from my father :) i loved his return address. the "great white north" is an understatement for north dakota's daily highs of negative twelve. sounds toasty, doesn't it?  

i'm going to admit it right now. when i read my dad's card tears immediately began to flow down my rosy cheeks. and before you all begin to let worry cloud your minds and let the lingering questions of "oh my goodness, what's wrong with keng? she's gone so soft. oh my gosh. whaaa." THEY WERE TEARS OF JOY LADIES AND GENTS! tears of joy. i can honestly say it was the cutest letter i've ever gotten. usually my mom will write her own tidbits on the cards she gets us because the out dated ink already pressed into the card stock isn't quite enough. but this wasn't no mama's card, this was from the greatest man alive... 

i started to read the card, and the original ink began to say this.. "things to love about a daughter like you:" 

my mind instantly began to wonder to all the small details my dad had pressed into the paper with his own ink pen. of course the first thing i saw was.. "free haircuts". that made me chuckle. and then i kept reading.."good dancer. great daughter. not boring. great sister. good writer (blog). can do anything attitude. funny laugh. shout for joy. unstoppable. great photographer." and the last one, which is my favorite... "fist pump."

already choking up, i opened the card and with a check mark by it the card then said.. "everything. happy valentines day."

out fell a walmart gift card, i finished reading my dads heartfelt card and followed his instructions of "buy something fun".

thanks for always believing in me dad. pointing out the best in me when i forgot.

and reminding me that there's no limit to what i'm capable of.

every time i look at my dream catcher i think of the story you told me right after 

you surprised me with that piece of work.

you know the one.

  i miss you very much, and i cannot wait for our dinner date.

love, your daddy's girl.